My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Agatha remained huddled beneath the rugs with Duncan, afraid to even breathe. Straining to hear whether the guard had companions, Agatha dared to lift a corner to look out into the open tent. Duncan stayed her hand, laying a finger against his lips. He scooted backward away from her, slowly uncovering his head. Looking around … Continue reading On the right path
“We have some unfinished business,” he said. “You didn’t fulfill your part of the contract.” Keeping a demure distance between us, I sat beside him on the bench. “I want to renegotiate my terms.” He put his sunglasses back on, then slapped his thighs before standing up. I jumped at the smacking sound. It wasn't … Continue reading Host for hire
A fine, dusting of yellow powder covered every surface of the grinding room. Two massive stones ground together, pulverizing hard, dried corn kernels. Meal, pressed between bed and runner, filled a hopper between 50-pound bags of grist waiting to be milled. Powered by an overshot flow of clear, cold mountain water, the heavy, wooden wheel … Continue reading Grisly mill
Leaving a trail of kisses from my strawberry stained lips, like bread crumbs through an enchanted forest, I scatter broken and bruised hearts in my wake. My sharp words are like brambles plucking at their sleeve. Not eager enough to hold tight, but honed to a razor's edge, ripping and tearing at delicate egos. Scars … Continue reading Trail of kisses
The ringing woke her from a deep sleep, but Millicent didn't mind. "Tell me everything!" The caller, near panic, was hyperventilating. "I had to get out of there, I couldn't breathe." Millicent's smile quickly turned to a scowl. "Man up, you big baby!" She yelled into her phone. "If you mess this up, I'll shoot … Continue reading Wake up call
Activity around the castle was frantic, like a hive of demented bees. Preparations were well underway to move court to the coast. Ostensibly, it was a covert reconnoitre of the region with an end goal to annex the fertile coastline. The truth was his Mage felt moving King Ráfa away from public scrutiny would help … Continue reading A new road
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